occasionally hurt hearts
give way to droll souls
in the hope that may
placate the pain we
maintain in veins
that slowly drains
us.
( in the hope
that we may
heal )
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Xavier Sotomayor
Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Droll (It’s been a while since I did one these, thought I’d give it a try today. 💞 )
nightfall settles
into crevices
of blue
sky.
shadows
bleed. into
backdrops of
lightbulbs and
fleeting existence
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by The How Photographer
Tongues twisted
and lips burned
As taste was lost
in the words
that transpired
over morning cups
reeking of hesitation
and spoons of resignation
( Slowly brewing )
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Drew Taylor
Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Tea
The numbers trickle
like rain
on window panes
On summer mornings
mourning
the disappearance
of tranquility
and rationality
In worlds moving
across computer screens
like words typed
at 200 over the limit
per minute
Opening scars
left unfilled
by likes
and open mics
On Sunday nights
in bars
that barred
the entrance
of those who had words
poured hard
out of mouths
that could
never control
their role
in societies
we called ourselves
Like words
that stood
dead wood
Because
they controlled
us
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Samuel Zeller
Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Meddle
We watched them
gradually emerge
from submerged
pots
that held all sorts
of realities
in microcosms
magnifying
our darkness
against a spectrum
of hope
and benevolence
and we couldn’t take it
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Naomi Tamar
Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Blossom
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